Song of the BeautifulBy Christie Nockels

The broken, weary and poorFinding...You are the cureThe weak and dying, glorifying, You in it all...

It’s the song of the beautifulJesus loves meIt’s the song of the beautifulJesus saved me

The song of the redeemedthe echoes of those made freeIt’s the song of the beautifulJesus loves me…He loves me…

The fallen back on their feetThe fatherless now complete...The innocent suffering, Rising from wounding, to find...You were there all along!

It’s the song of the beautifulJesus loves meIt’s the song of the beautifulJesus saved meThe song of the redeemed The echoes of those made free

It’s the song of the beautifulJesus loves meOh how He loves meOh how He loves me Oh how He loves me Oh how He loves meThe broken the beautiful

The prodigal running home...The widow never alone...The one who is waiting, rising and singing, “You...Jesus, You Are My All!”